At Last A Solution

[Antero Black]

Since Antero is in a strangely friendly and sane mood, he smiles.

"I am glad to see that you are alive. I wondered what happened to you. I went with Lila to the fairy world. She took care of me. It is strange. I am not used to that sort of treatment."

[Dante "the Vulture"]

Dante sat in his room, memories flooding his mind, never letting him sleep or forget. He wanted, needed, to have Cassinda, his Sex Muffin. Lossing her had just now hit him, and it felt like putting salt in a wound, then rubbing in a freshly cut lemon. It- freaking- hurt! He sat and silent tears felll as image after umage flooded over him, overwhelming, overpowering. He wanted to say that he was sorry, that he took it all back, and that he loved her. Then he'd hug her, kiss her, never let her go away.
But he just lay there, in his room, listening to Disturbed and being really depressed.

[Allen]

I sigh and stand up. I start to pace around the cell, bored. I could feel the prisoniers eyes on me but I didnt care. I sigh and glance at the one I gave the food to, I looked around, but he was the only one I saw, and he was mute thanks to a torturor cutting out his tongue. I sigh again and continual to pace back and forth.

I stop in the middle of my cell and sigh. "God d**n it.... why cant I be an emotionless killer like they wanted me to be?. why do I have to be a failure.... did I even have a previous life where I screwed up so bad that I deserved this?".

I turn and look at him again, he just sat there looking at me, I sigh agian. "... Ya know... its funny... even though techniqually... Red infinity did this to me, I dont hate them... any of them". He shakes his head in disaproval... I shrug it off and look towards the stairs. "but... I have to get out of here.... there has to be a way....". I sigh and walk over to the cell door,

I put my arm through the gab between the bars and sigh. "But I cant even walk out of an open cell unless a Red infinity member has a grip on me... d**n spells....". I sit down again, this time in the center of the cell, looking towards the stairs.

I sigh, "... You want to know something even stranger?". i continaul to look ahead so I couldnt see if he wanted to know what I was about to say or not. ".... Even though she tortured me a few times... , I am started to get worried about Meg... if she continuals to slack off... she will get purged...".

[Kaieka]

"There now, that's a bit better... show me that pep and vigor. Be angry at me, because baby, this is the only incarnation you will be seeing of me from now on."



His fiery eyes fuel my enjoyment of this. I lick the trail of blood up his chest and hold his face up to mine so that our eyes meet. He has such deep eyes, they look old and wise, too bad that they will grow pale like all others.

His blood is magnificent. A shiver goes down my spine.

"Mmmm... you taste absolutely delightful. It is like a well aged wine that has been rescued from some deep, dark wine-cellar. I will have to have my fill...

But, unfortunately, I had my fill just recently, and I couldn't appreciate you fully now. It would be such a pity to let a draught like that go wasted. I suppose I will just have to keep you around until I am in need again, then I can enjoy you fully.

But... maybe just one small taste now..."

I press my fangs though the thin skin of his neck, a small moan escaping my lips as I feel them pop through. I hit a vein and the aromatic life starts to seep up to the surface. My tounge laps and caresses the wound, my lips suckle like a child nursing for the first time... it is heavenly.

I can feel his pulse pounding in my own body.

My hands grasp his shoulders. My knees feel weak. I feel as if I could go on feeding on him forever. It is overwhelming, the taste, the scent, the thickness of the blood... but I pull away, knowing that I will appreciate it so much more when I am in need of feeding.

I lick my lips. I lick the wound, getting the last drops from the holes in his skin.

I back away, knowing my weakness and my desire for blood... but recognizing the glory of what will come.

"I can't waste you now. Pleasant dreams, Valodya Bassarov, until our union can be complete."

I walk out of the cell, leaving him alone, my mind still reeling from the wonderful experience of his blood. I retreat to the sanctuary of my room and lay down on the satin of my bed linens, feeling absolutely overcome by the eroticism of life.

[Josh the Crash Master]

"Fairy world huh?" He said, lighting up a joint. "Kigazz." He said around the death stick.
He put the $5 lighter away and closed his eyes, savoring the smoke and the good feeling that came with lighting up a fresh one.
"Dude, looks like you been on deeper nuts than I've been doing. I never went to any 'Fairy World,' but I did talk to some penguins that could fly... that was dope dude."
He said, remembering the words of the Mighty Penguin
God. Yep, good advise, and he'd listened. No more living off of other people, stand on his own two feet, and, by God, he'd been sort of doing that for years now.

[Valodya Bassarov]

Bassarov closes his eyes and goes to sleep, or passes out. Whichever. Kaieka drained a lot of blood, so he is left weak. But the experience was emotionally drainging as well.

[Ashen]

Ashen went straight to Bassarov's cell once he was inside of the Minstry of Terror. How pathetic he looked right now.
"You have no idea how hard it is to keep track of you." He said to himself, knowing Bassarov couldn't hear him through the cell walls. He was probably to physhcologically damaged to do much right now. But Ashen still owed him a little bit more, so he thought of something that might save him some pain.
He smiled and then left. If Roland hadn't known before, he'd know now.
-Roland, I'd like to see you in the Minstry of Terror. Bassarov is here, and I'd like you to take him.-
Was all he said, and then he teleported away.

[Antero Black]

Antero doesn't think he is high, since Lila is still here, and that would be proof of his experiences.

"No...no it was real. It was real. Sasha goes there too...Sasha is a fairy. You can ask Sasha about it."

[Mikhael Nadyezhda (Mischa)]

((To Mitya in the past))

I lay down on my bed, feeling as though the world has stopped, and try to remember back, if I had ever met him. That name...
"...long have you been in the military, Mitya? And why did you join?"

I wouldn't be surprised if he told me that his parents made him... He reminds me of me, but the difference is, this will be my last night working for the Russian government.

[Zinn]

Zinn laughs internally to herself at how easy it was to get a job as a janitor at the Ministry of Terror. She is wearing a Red Infinity janitor's uniform. It's rather comical that even a janitor's outfit is designed to appear military. It is a gray jumpsuit, with a red hammer and sickle on the back. The outfit is baggy. They didn't have a size that fits her thin frame properly. She pushes her cart, and pours the LSD-DMSO mixture into a spray bottle. It doesn't set off any alarms, since DMSO is a legal treatment for athritis, and she assumes that the hedonistic government officials like to indulge in narcotics. Zinn puts on the heavy rubber cleaning gloves, takes a rag, and begins to swab every doorknob she can find with her hallucinogenic high penetrating agent.

Zinn knows that if a torturer that was around when she was incarcerated shows up, she is in trouble, regardless of what color she has dyed her hair, what glasses she is wearing, what color her eyes are, and what her fingerprints look like.

[Lady Violet]

(To Talice)
I notice Erika and Mitya outside my office.
"I am going home early but I will contact Talice. She can train you."

I send a telepathic message to Talice as I leave my office for home.

"Talice, your mission is to train Mitroshka Nadyezhda, and make him an advanced soldier like yourself."

[Ahriman]

(To Zinn)

I walk through the halls of the Ministry of Terror, after being in hibernation, I get a little bored. From a distance, I see the janitor. I teleport in front of her.

"It looks like you're getting the door handles really well."

I smile.

[Zinn]

"I try to do my job to the best of my ability, to serve the glory of Red Infinity," Zinn says in flawless Russian. There isn't a hint of her accent, and she is careful that even her body language doesn't give away her true origins. She nods her head respectfully at Ahriman.

[Ahriman]

Her loyalty appears to be unwavering. Too unwavering. She's far too intelligent to actually believe her own words.

"Good to hear. You could be due for a promotion."

I enter one of the vacant offices and sit down at the desk in front of the computer. I go through the list of wanted faces.

[Zinn]

"I'm sorry sir, I have to leave. My shift is over," Zinn says calmly in Russian, before heading towards the exit. she drops off her cart. She is stil smiling vacuously. Then, she starts heading down the hallway towards the lobby.

Even if she gets caught now, every doorknob, and at least thirty chairs in the Ministry of Terror are coated in a high penetrating agent that can go through clothes, carrying a strong hallucinogen. The stuff is odorless, colorless, and otherwise undetectable.

People that have absorbed it will develop breath that smells like onions and garlic, and they will hallucinate heavily.